“What are you doing?” Engel asked. He leaned in the doorway of the mead hall, watching Jente showing a young man how to use a staff.
“Training our new troops,” she said.
Engel raised an eyebrow. “Since when do we need new troops? Is there a war going on that I missed?”
“Old Master has requested that I train new troops,” she said, and turned away from him. Engel eyed the golden-haired, ice-eyed youth and freely admitted to himself that the lad was bigger and stronger than anyone Engel had ever seen. Still, Jente’s unthinking acquiescence was disturbing.
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